The army was mighty. It stretched from the military camp outside Ancestor Dragon City all the way to the Lichuan Plains. The Lichuan River was like a long, silver dragon that crawled across the land. The army was like a green and red dragon that slowly moved toward the North Mountain Range.
This army was not only made up of the Empress's guards, but also the alliance of the various major powers. Furthermore, the royal family, Zi Zonglin, Zhu Clan, Mount Ling Sword Sect, Great Zhou Clan … all had a portion of their elite troops accompanying them.
There were two commanders in the army. One was Li Yunzi, who was leading the army. This time, the main force was made up of 200,000 elite soldiers. Although not every soldier had the power of a Cultivator, they were all equipped with excellent equipment and had undergone strict training. Every soldier could pose a threat to some deities.
The other commander was Marquis Wu, who was in charge of supervising. He had around 1,000 Extreme Court soldiers with him. Every one of them was a Cultivator. They were far more powerful than ordinary soldiers, but their main purpose was not to kill enemies on the battlefield. They were there to supervise Li Yunzi.
"Imperial Advisor Li, you don't have to worry too much about me. I am just doing my job. To Imperial Advisor Li, this is a test from the dynasty for you. If you can clear the Extreme Court City-State, the dynasty will put you in an even more important position. We all know that with the arrival of the Dragon Gate, the Extreme Court Continent will change greatly. The dynasty has always valued talents like you, "Marquis Mu Chong said.
Of course, Marquis Wu also said that if Li Yunzi didn't do her job well, the dynasty would take away Li Yunzi's right to rule Lichuan.
Lichuan was no longer the desolate land it used to be. The Dragon Gate had appeared there, and the Time Wave made it very popular. Everyone coveted that land and wanted to take it for themselves.
"It is an order from the dynasty. I will do my best," Li Yunzi replied flatly.
She looked past the thousands of soldiers and involuntarily looked at the luxuriously equipped team that was holding the Zhu Men's flag.
Since it was a joint crusade, there was naturally some competition between the major forces.
First of all, both the royal family's troops and the Purple Forest's Dragon Shepard's troops looked magnificent, showing the boldness of the two leaders of the ruling class. No matter how hard the other forces tried to show off, they couldn't compare to them. They stood out among the hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
Only the Zhu Sect, a faction that produced "equipment" in the first place, had golden helmets and silver armors. Their swords were of the finest quality, and even their warhorses and draconic beasts were equipped with dazzling equipment. Some of the poorer factions couldn't help but stare.
F * ck, even his mount's equipment is better than ours!
Among the hundreds of thousands of troops, there was only one word that could describe their attire — Godly Tycoons.
The Zhu Sect's members all puffed out their chests and held their heads high, as if they wanted to compete. Forgive me for being blunt, but everyone here is trash!
Our cultivation isn't as high as yours, but it's fine, we have good equipment.
We don't have as many people as yours, but it's fine, we have awesome equipment.
As the only son of the Zhu Sect, Zhu Minglang had been sent to a vegetarian Sword Sect at the age of five, cut off from the rest of the world. When he left the sect at the age of fifteen, he hadn't tasted the luxurious lifestyle of the Zhu Sect and was exiled from the Imperial City. It was very rare for him to see a member of his own clan acting like this. Today was truly the first time …
Zhu Minglang began to doubt his life.
Any random guard of the Zhu Sect would walk out like the Golden Saber Hero, treating money like dirt. Why had he, the only son of the Zhu Sect, been living a poor and destitute life since he was young?
In the past, he had always felt that his mother, Meng Bingci, was cold and heartless to him. Only now did Zhu Minglang realize that this couple was the same. They were rich and powerful, but they didn't care about their own children. They didn't need any inheritance.
"Young Master, the six million gold you withdrew from us a few days ago …"
"Ask Zhu Tianguan for it." Zhu Minglang gave this old thing a fierce look.
The Zhu Sect's guards didn't seem like they lacked six million gold. Zhu Minglang even felt that he had asked for too little back then.
Elder Jing Lin smiled and said, "No rush, no rush. When Young Master is well off, you can help us make up for this empty debt."
Zhu Minglang was determined not to return the money, so he also gave Elder Jing Lin a fake smile.
"Young Master, recently in Lichuan, I heard some small rumors about you being stranded here. I don't know if it's true or not. Is the Lichuan State Preceptor the future wife of the Zhu Sect's young master?" Elder Jing Lin changed the topic and asked with a smile.
Which version did you hear?
Zhu Minglang glared at this elder, too lazy to talk to him.
Elder Jing Lin had a good temper, was friendly, and had a lot of power. He was just a little annoying, liked to nag endlessly, and liked to pry into the gossip of young people.
"Young Master, I heard that the sect master of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect, Consort Wen Lingfei, wants to marry no one but you. This Consort Wen Lingfei and the Princess of Lichuan, Li Yunzi, are like fire and water. It's hard to say who's superior. How does Young Master plan to deal with this?" Elder Jing Lin asked slowly.
Zhu Minglang rolled his eyes.
Alright, I'll get lost myself.
When Zhu Minglang saw that the representative of the Zhu Sect was Elder Jing Lin, he was very happy. This old guy wasn't hard to get along with, but after listening to his interrogation, Zhu Minglang remembered his bad habit of tormenting people.
No longer listening to Elder Jing Lin's nagging, Zhu Minglang rode his horse through the lengthy army, planning to take a look at the Distant Mountain Sword Sect's team …
"Senior Brother!!"
Just as he arrived at the Distant Mountain Sword Sect's team, a clear and pleasant voice sounded from the crowd. Before Zhu Minglang could react, he saw a delicate and beautiful girl using her qinggong, flying in front of him like a swallow returning to its nest.
Zhu Minglang was stunned for a moment. Afraid that the beauty would fall, he hurriedly hugged her. Instantly, a soft bump came from his chest …
A fragrance entered his nose, and a few strands of hair brushed against his face. Zhu Minglang rode his horse, and with such a beauty in his arms, the soldiers who were passing by all stared with their eyes wide open.
What luck with women!
Wasn't that beauty the head senior sister of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect?
The swordmasters of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect were all dumbfounded. How did their head senior sister, who was still arrogant and reserved just a moment ago, turn into a little fangirl in a second?
They were hugging each other tightly on horseback in public. Wouldn't they be so intimate at night …
"Cough cough, Miaozhu, many people are watching." Zhu Minglang's old face began to turn red.
"I don't care!" Zi Miaozhu didn't care at all. She had finally caught Zhu Minglang with great difficulty.
"Alright, alright. If you continue hugging, I'm going to suffocate," Zhu Minglang said.
Zi Miaozhu was beautiful. Because she cultivated the Distant Mountain Sword Dao, her entire body emitted a spiritual and clear aura. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable hugging her, but that the surrounding pairs of jealous eyes made it difficult for Zhu Minglang to act without restraint.
"Senior Brother, I heard some rumors about you in Li River … Aiya, Senior Brother, why aren't you helping me up?"
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